“Oliver was Oliver,' I said, as if that summed things up. 'Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi,' my father added,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wish I knew how to calibrate my kiss the way he did but passion allows us to hide more.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“The look on his face became like the tiny snapshot of a beloved that soldiers take with them to the battlefield, not… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are. — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“A thought raced through my mind: Would my descendants know what was spoken on this very piazzetta today? Would anyone? Or would… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Like the subconscious, like love, like memory, like time itself, like every single one of us, the church is built on the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Many critics speak about coming-of-age love, about initiation, about young libido, and so forth. I've never seen it only this way. We… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss. — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the very least I wanted was for him to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I was… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“But I had heeded the warning, and as is said of juries who have heard inadmissible evidence before it is stricken from… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“In the weeks we'd been thrown together that summer, our lives had scarcely touched, but we had crossed to the other bank,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I may have come close, but I never had what you had. Something always held me back or stood in the way.… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“So what if he saw? Now he knows. What never crossed my mind was that someone else who lived under our roof,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Amor ch’a null’amato amar perdona. Love, which exempts no one who’s loved from loving, Francesca” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“His smell reminded me of Marzia’s, and how she too always seemed to exude that brine of the seashore on those days… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“expatriation, like love, is not only a condition that devastates and reconfigures the self; it is, like love, a trope, a figure… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the orle of paradise, the whole place,… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“And yet, about two weeks after his arrival, all I wanted every night was for him to leave his room, not via… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Later that evening in my diary, I wrote: I was exagerrating when I said I thought you hated the piece. What I… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Find Cupid everywhere in Rome because we'd clipped one of his wings and he was forced to fly in circles.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
My love stories are about people who are reluctant to actualize what they so desperately want. They are timid, cautious, but eventually… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Don't all writers have a hidden nerve, call it a secret chamber, something irreducibly theirs, which stirs their prose and makes it tick and… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted him to remember the morning on Monet's berm when I'd kissed him not the first but the second time and given him… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Rituals are how we step into our private field of dreams, a small Elysium all our own. Rituals are made not just for us,… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Proust is interested in minutiae because life, as he sees it, is seldom ever about things but about our impression of things, not about… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“Well, since you're not going to do anything with me—can you at least read me a story? I'd settle for that. I wanted him… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“This is heaven.” And I wouldn’t hear him say another word for at least an hour. There was nothing I loved more in life… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He loved the sticky taste. What had I done? I told him and pointed to the bruised evidence sitting on my desk. “Let me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“To be with you. To be with you, Oliver. With or without my bathing suit. To be with you on my bed. In your… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
